Sarah's POV
The next morning, the design studio felt different. I stepped in with my folder tucked under my arm, my heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. I walked straight to the main table and dropped my folder onto it.
“Good morning,” I said calmly.
A few voices responded.
I opened the folder and pulled out a set of printed layouts.
“We’re not repeating yesterday,” I continued. “Today, we start actual work.” I spread the papers across the table. “Initial sketches. Concepts. Layout ideas. I want to see what you’ve come up with.”
There was a pause.
Then one of the designers, a tall man I vaguely remembered as Daniel, stepped forward, placing his sketch on the table.
“This is a rough concept,” he said.
I picked it up, taking a deep look at it before placing it back down.
